Lesbian Cut Novels & Stories

“What do you mean by that?” "Lipstick lesbian means, they are lesbian but wearing usual lady-like." I nodded at what she said. I didn't know that was my lesbian identity. All I know is being a lesbian is that a woman wearing a man’s clothes and acting like a man. "Welcome to the club!" She hugs me after her congratulatory speech. When she broke her hug with me it was as if we were even closer to each other. The two of us lost our shyness until we gradually became comfortable.

She wanted to cut it just above her shoulders and dye it into an ash brown color. "Hey, Gorgeous. Want to look yourself beautiful?" said the guy holding a scissor as soon as she entered the place. She smiled. "I want to cut my hair and dye it into some colors that would match my skin." An ash brown actually, but she ain't that sure. "No problem!" He clapped his hands and grabbed her arm lightly to give her a seat. She placed her small sling bag on her lap and let the gay do the job. Krysie can't stop herself from raising one brow as soon as she takes a look at herself in the mirror. She likes Carson's big shirt that was tucked in her shorts. Pretty cool.

The position left nothing hidden. The former high priestess approached first, silver ritual knife gleaming in the candlelight. “You are our Goddess now,” she whispered reverently. She leaned over Lila’s body and began making fresh, shallow cuts. One delicate line across the top of each breast. A long, elegant slash down the center of her belly. More on her inner thighs, framing her dripping sex. Each cut was precise, symbolic, and just deep enough for bright red blood to well up and trickle slowly over Lila’s skin.

My mother had to call a hairdresser, and the only solution the poor guy found was to cut it very short, but it looked very good on my sister. "Lexie told me that these lice lay such tiny eggs that they're invisible to the eye, and the only way to get rid of them is by cutting your hair. In some cases, when you wait too long to cut it, you even have to shave it," Sabrina recounted, horrified by the facts about lice. "And she herself found a louse in my head. Then she accompanied me to a salon right there in the mall, and I had to cut all my hair."

I went to my barber and he freshened my haircut, which is why Olivia said something about it. I went to my bedroom and started dressing up in some Gray stone wash Gstar Elwood jeans, Black Gstar t-shirt (slim fit) and Black scuba reflective mid sneakers. I looked at myself a bit in the mirror and then took my sun glasses. Olivia walked in already in her military jeans, a white shirt and white sneakers. So my friends, Olivia and Eliana were both Lesbians, Eliana, Olivia and I being your stereotyped boyish lesbians.. with Liam who is very straight, it was amazing to just chill and have two things in common, women...and businesses.

Dane snorted, "I'll stand a chance if she does both gender. Raine is a lesbian not bisexual. I've found out that your country people mistake the two but there's a big difference between the two." "You're not wrong. We don't have a lot of lesbians in our country." "Because most of them are bisexual not lesbians." He countered. "Raine's only attracted to women. Only. A man's body disgusts a lesbian." Cynthia cocked her head to the side, "Well, that wasn't the impression I got minutes ago."

The car stopped in front of the giant neon sign that blazed: Bunny Moon Club. "The first impression is the most important thing," whispered Karmen as we paid our admission. "So watch what you do, how you walk, what you say. Take medium-sized steps, and try not to smile so much." I took a mental note. Bunny Moon Club was an oasis for dancing-crazed lesbians. The dancing hadn't started yet. They were still serving dinner. We got a booth and ordered three burgers. Elise and I wanted pizza, but Karmen insisted that it would do too much damage to our breath.

Kayla’s eyes widened in shock. Leon didn’t think. He just acted. He swung the clippers straight up and pressed them firmly into the center of Kayla’s perfectly styled blonde hair — right at the front of her scalp, just above her forehead. *BZZZZZZZZZZ—* The blades carved a brutal, uneven path straight down the middle of her head. A thick, wide strip of golden hair fell away instantly, fluttering to the stone tiles like dead leaves. Pale skin gleamed underneath in a shocking white line that ran from her hairline toward her crown.

Oh, please, not that sarcastic walk, I thought. Honey cleared her throat “The Alpha is getting himself free with his so-called new Luna... Though you said you got yourself in already.” Honey asked, taking over the empty chair adjacent to the room. With no reaction on my face, I stare at the two girls as they quietly do the same. “A new Luna was announced. What do you want me to do? Fight the moon goddess?” I asked, rolling my eyes at them both. “We are not asking you to do that; you can simply do it again, just like how you did it last time—”

She leaned over and passionately smothered her lover with wanton kisses of her parted lips. While her wounded heart pounded and her body being aroused by such striking beauty, the lamp disgorged a drop of burning oil from the tip of its flame and fell upon the goddess's right stomach. It was unspeakable and unforgivable to taint a glorious body of a god - a crime punishable by death.